Share this post

Link to post

Location:According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow!

Link to post

Share this post

Link to post

A shriek from outside tore through the hum of crickets thoughts, startling her so much she nearly banged her head on the top of the cupboard and nearly knocked over the little flamesilk lamp she'd smuggled in.

Share this post

Link to post

Sade on lakannut ja aurinko, Talvi-planeetan kirkkaana säteilevä petollinen aurinko, paistaa päällemme. ('It has stopped raining and the sun, the brightly glowing perfidious sun of the planet Winter, is shining on us.' I have no idea of the original wording though.) Ursula Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness, Finnish translation by Kalevi Nyytäjä.